The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1887-03-13


The clash Of steel and battles roar
Reached st. Lawrence's farther shore
The rushing stream too. caught the sound
AMI plunged on with more fearful bound
Lashing itself into foam
While speeding toward its ocean home
As if it were convulsed, and bore
Its laundering breakers to yon shore
To ease its vengence, which arose
From its defiant wrath being unopposed.
But. bark! What means that shout so loud
| Piercing yon rolling sulph 'rous cloud
| Which g ith ring o er the rugged height
| ObScures the blue skys orb of light
| The breeze again watts to the ear?
The loud huzza-the joyous cheer:
| Like mufhed thunder, when ittries
10 burst along the mdrky skies,
But is repressd by greater power
! While faster pours the summer shower,
So did it seem, when died away
That sudden burst of ecstasy
prompted. from winning vantage ground
| Conceded to Britannia so S,
To hSve given their ardor a rebound
And quick then, and more fierce, did steel
| resound
Quebec's huge fortress, from her womb,
While witnessing the bloody fray
Seemed family to pronounce its doom.
Its pennons chanted a sad song
OF Warllke glory past and gone,
And trampled they would be ere long
Beneath the tread of yon advancing foe.
The youthful victor, fearlessly
| Combat the foe; his strong nerVed hand
Doth WELD on high the glittering brand,
Which quick descending in its fall
With mighty cleft, cleaves the opposing
Gaul.
Old, valiant warriors looked amazed
Upon their leader, as they gazed
With eye of pride at that young form
| Stemming the battles raging storm.
| With flashing blade raised 'bove his head
| n Ia NH valiant 6nQd
To the last charge, his van Wolfe led.
/ Then CaledOnia's mountaineer
And Albions urdy grenadier
| Like restless war steedS madly rear;
! No foe could e'er resist their force;
| Like the tornado in Its course,
They meet the Gaul-and what is he?
| A corse; and to eternity
His soul hath fed; an hour ago
He lived, aud cared for naught below
The stars; now he doth lie
Bereft of all vitality.
But see; the foeman's kissing lead
HATH struck the victor, and the red
| Drops of his existence trickle
To the earth; he minds but little
| The thrill of pain, but plunging on
| Smiles at the fates and seems to grow more
| strong.
Terrific grew the charge; the Gaul
And Saxon meet. and meeting fall
To rise nc more, till Gabriels strain
| Calls them to second life again;
The dead lie heaped athwart the dead;
| They sleep upon their CORY bed,
That great, long sleep, thro' deaths dark
night,
ing's light.
And when from bursting tombs they HE,
| Say, VIII they then resume the cry
| That rolled in thunder to the sky
When Albion won that great, great, victory?
Let vengeance fail upon the head
| n n i'm yhO ha
| Who bravely fought, and proudly bled,
And for the triune isles In death were wed.
| On, on, the tide of battle flows
Quick, and more quick resound the blows,
And hotter breathes Red Slaughter's breath
| While belching flaming tongues of death.
| Within his tartan shroud behold
Yon giant chieftain pale and cold,
With fingers clasped, as when he swayed
Upon that morn, the Wallace blade.
Majestical and proud he lay
Fen in deaths white panoply.
A lordly hauteur in his eye,
| Tho CLASSY, there you could descry
Which plainly said, tho WRAPPED in death
England, for thee gave my latest breath -
Ger him his comrades, strong in life,
Pass on to mingle in the strife,
| And as they mark with burning eye
The crimson turf where many lie
| So silent, wan, and sadly changed
Since DER their native hills they yed
Together oft, and happily,
They feel the fires divergence roll
Within their hearts, beyond control,
Which Quench'd can ne'er be, until they
The foeman meet, and end bloody day.
All, death then reigned supreme, and far
And wide, the devotees ofwar
Sent hundreds prematurely down
The precipice of death; they drown
The dying groans of men, which rise
Unheeded toward the scarce seen skies
81 M cIIh
AS thunder's peal in torrid cline;
Or earthquakes mutterings meath earth
central line.
Wolfe, like lone conspicuous star,
That leads the lambent host of heav'n
Now foremost in the ranks OF war
| Singly is seen-to fury driv'n.
| He stood embued with God-like power
During that morn's all fateful hour
When he so long escaped the shower
| OF death aimed at his form.
Whilst scores fell round him far and wide
He nObly fought whate'er betide
And fearlessly he there did stride
The hero of the storm.
Now thro' their ranks doth spread dismay
And CONSERVATION wild;
| Yet, yet, they rally ere they beat,
Reluctantly, a last retreat,
Before Brltannia'S child.
Then like the thunder cloud when pent
And bursting, mid the armament
Its gathered fury flown
| Thus did they for moment form,
And pour last death-hurling storm,
AS if by hell 'twere blown.
Firm as the base of Calpe's rock
| The Scot, and Saxon stood the shock
Whilemany, many fell.
But they did not recoil one pace
| Nor did they shew craven face,
But madly, madly yell
The fatal, whitening shaft of death
Hath reached its victim and the breath
! OF Wolfe is ebbing low and fast;
His eyes to heaven he feebly cast
| And sank upon his mother earth
| A noble son of sterling worth.
| The death mist gath ring DER his eyes
| With fainting hand he vainly tries
To wipe away; but ali, its power
Unyielding claims him for precious dover.
He calmly waits for death to come;
And now the shout, they run they rum!
His fieeting spirit checks; his eye
! One more doth brighten cheerily;
| ''Who rum" he asks wish Quickened tone
| 1.-The French, now everywhere have flown ~